The prayer that was addressed to the lady of Puritan
Grange became the subject of much debate of great
consideration, and I may say also of lengthened prayer.
To Mrs. Bolton this position of godmother implied
much of the old sacred responsibility which was formerly
attached to it, and which Robert Bolton, like other
godfathers and godmothers of the day, had altogether
ignored. She had been already partly brought round,
nearly persuaded, in regard to the acceptance of John
Caldigate as her son-in-law. It did not occur
to her to do other than hate him. How was it
possible that such a woman should do other than hate
the man who had altogether got the better of her as
to the very marrow of her life, the very apple of
her eye? But she was alive to her duty towards
her daughter; and when she was told that the man was
honest in his dealings, well-to-do in the world, a
professing Christian who was constant in his parish
church, she did not know how to maintain her opinion,
that in spite of all this, he was an unregenerate
castaway. Therefore, although she was determined
still to hate him, she had almost made up her mind
to enter his house. With these ideas she wrote
a long letter to Hester, in which she promised to
have herself taken out to Folking in order that she
might be present as godmother at the baby’s baptism.
She would lunch at Folking, but must return to Chesterton
before dinner. Even this was a great thing gained.
Then it was arranged that Daniel Bolton should stand
as second godfather in place of his brother Robert.
Chapter XXVI
A Stranger in Cambridge
‘I am sorry you will not come out to us to-morrow.’
On the day before the christening, which was at last
fixed for a certain Tuesday in the middle of February,
John Caldigate went into Cambridge, and at once called
upon the attorney at his office. This he did partly
instigated by his own feelings, and partly in compliance
with his wife’s wishes. Before that letter
had come he and his brother-in-law had been fast friends;
and now, though for a day or two he had been angry
with what he had thought to be unjustifiable interference,
he regretted the loss of such a friend. More
than three months had now passed since the letter
had come, but his mind was far from being at ease,
and he felt that if trouble should come it would be
very well for him to have Robert Bolton on his side.
‘Margaret is going,’ said the attorney.
‘Why do you not bring her?’
’Days are days with me, my boy. I can’t
afford to give up a morning for every baby that is
born.’
’That of course may be true, and if that is
the reason, I have nothing more to say.’
As he spoke he looked in his brother-in-law’s
face, so as almost to prevent the possibility of continued
pretence.
‘Well, Caldigate, it isn’t the reason
altogether,’ said the other. ’If
you would have allowed it to pass without further explanation
so would I. But if the truth must be spoken in so
many words, I will confess that I would rather not
go out to Folking till I am sure we shall be no more
troubled by your friends in Australia.’
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